The Slow Taste Eden
Rhina P. Espaillat and Len Krisak were the featured readers at the
October 1st Hoot. The vigorous
Sloths rest, hanging by their toes
The silky plush of mammal fur
A meal may be digested for a month.
Try this out loud. It won't read fast. Those pentameter lines with
their two and three syllable words, their long vowels, slow the pace. And then there's
that dozing quality of the "s" sounds-the alliteration-especially in lines 9
& 10. Not to mention the pause caused by pondering glacial movement in sweltering
heat. We not only get to see these furry, algae coated mammals but also to feel them as
well. Feel like them-hanging out, ingesting leaves. And as we watch them changing trees
under a yellow moon, we get a hint of the significance of the poem's title. Can it be that
"The Slow Taste Eden" copyright Andrew Periale, 2003. Andrew is the editor of PUPPETRY INTERNATIONAL magazine, and the creator of the cowboy crooner, Woody-Boy Johnson, whose CD of original songs has sold dozens of copies! Note: To be considered for publication, Poems from the Hoot should not exceed nineteen lines.